Recurring bouts of depression may often be attributed to an individual’s subconscious knowledge that their potential is not being manifest.Continue reading “Depressed”
The universe is the womb where Gods are made
In the end, our life will be the way we chose to dance to the song that was given to us. You can only control one of these. May your dance be beautiful and uniquely yours.
Your perceptions will become clear once your thoughts, knowledge and life-memories no longer get in the way of them. Once you accomplish this and only once you do, can you begin the process of enhancing yourself toward your greatest potential as a human being.
The more you talk the less you will listen
The more light you absorb the less you will reflect.
The harder your exterior the more vulnerable your interior.
Disagreeable people start religions but agreeable people follow them.
The more you help someone the less able they will be to help themselves.
The more knowledge you bond with the less perceptive you will be.
The more masculine he becomes the more feminine will she. And the more masculine she becomes the more feminine will he.
The more you push a pendulum to one side, the more potential energy it gathers to move in the opposite direction.
After all, a planet gives us day and then night because it spins. And it only spins in one direction because both sides move in opposite directions.
Once you understand this ballad of the opposites or everything there is to understand you will finally understand nothing at all.
Therefore be at peace and rest assured things are, and only are because they are the way they are.
Existence is contention, and life, a dance between extremes.
The answer to all things is this: All of creation is striving to replace something that has been taken away from it. Nothingness brought isness for it simply could not bare its desolation. Likewise, the isness of a human baby felt the loss of its mother’s womb and sought to restore safety and shelter in the arms of its parents. All of your unconscious impulses and compulsions are Continue reading “Missing”
We are all like pristine mirrors when we are born. If you look upon us, you see yourself. If you smile, we smile. If you frown, we frown. We are your mirror.
Then, as we grow (in a healthy environment) we amass beautiful memories that decorate and cover up our mirror. This collection of memories becomes our identity and to some extent our personality.
Once this happens we can no longer reflect you, nor can you, reflect us. So in time, we sense that something is missing. That there is part of us we don’t know… or that we’ve forgotten. So we start to peel away our accouterments and accumulations. And if we are fortunate, we manage to finally restore the pristine mirror that we once were. This is called enlightenment.
Those whom have experienced severe childhood trauma, Continue reading “The Paradigm of the Mirror – A model for self discovery”
The naked and true existence of reality can never be described; You can only dance with it. Those things that can be described can only be described because they have opposites. Light has darkness. Wet has dryness. Soft has hardness, and so on. Reality, has no opposites therefore it can’t be described nor can it even be proven to exist; yet proof of its existence is undeniable.
All of life as we know it is in a state of progress toward attaining or manifesting the one frequency of our existence. That is to say that a tree is doing its best to reflect the same frequency that you are but in the best way it knows how. Everyone is like a different flower attempting as best they can to reflect the same image. Or a different instrument manifesting a different sound from the same breath. Unless of course you choose to deny this duty, in which case you will bring suffering to yourself and others.
Getting to know yourself is much like trying to find the core of an onion by peeling it. In the end what you will find is that there is nothing left of you to identity with the self. And what you truly are is the space you occupy. Thinking you have some sort of identity is as foolish as a bubble thinking it’s something other than the air inside it.